Refuse to live a life controlled by another mans morals
Free of control but not free of emotional hurdles
Touch the trigger as bullet brings blood, anxiety rises as a body drops
Left Haunted by traumatic nightmares before the bleeding stops
I would rather rest in piece then decay in jail
Only god can judge me so fuck a jury of twelve
No tears when a bullet takes me out of this hell
No more hope, one empty gun and one empty shell
